The 10 Commandments of the Jurassic Christ
credit to: bookishandthebeast
Thou shalt not fear the Raptor, for it walks beside thee as fang and feather, a reminder that all things hunt, and all things are hunted.
Honor the Ancient Bones, for in their silence is written the first gospel— that nothing truly dies, but is remade in time.
Thou shalt keep sacred the Day of Molting, shedding what no longer serves thee, emerging new beneath the same sun.
Thou shalt not waste the Offering of Flesh, whether leaf or marrow— or the holy rotisserie chicken, warm beneath fluorescent light.
Thou shalt walk with Thunder, not against it, and when the earth trembles beneath thy feet, remember—you, too, are made of dust and roar.
Thou shalt not take more than thy hunger requires, lest the balance tip and the world devour thee in return— even if the price is suspiciously low and temptation golden.
Honor thy Pack and thy Solitude alike for even the mightiest predator must one day walk alone— though sharing the chicken is seen as a sign of great virtue.
Thou shalt not deny thy nature, be it gentle grazer or tearing tooth— for truth lives in what thou art, not what thou pretendest to be.
Thou shalt sing to the sky when the fire falls, and not curse the ending, for even extinction is a doorway, not a void.
Thou shalt remember: from scale to feather, from ash to breath, all things rise again—and in the turning of ages, even the dinosaur returns as chicken.